The woman climbed onto the chariot, pulled back the felt. Quilen had drawn the blanket up to his nostrils; he opened two febrile eyes and recognized her. "Hi Gumersinda. How's it going?"
"Hello. I'm afraid our job is over, Chief. We have no one left to care for, and ask your permission to leave. The Nomads will start leaving tonight and we would like to join them."
"Of course. Call Paxma, please." Gumersinda looked out and gave him a shout.
The Shaman came and put his head inside. "Yes, Quilen.”
"They want to leave tonight, and I'm fine with it. Give them both a gold bag, and … Eslan must undertake to protect them. Goodbye, my friend and thanks a lot to you and to Vania. "He closed his eyes and, as she went out, he hid his head under the blanket.
Outside, Eslan had just come and was t
